#wuwa x reader

[tolma21]

Teacher × Student Messages

POV: you're a student at Startorch Academy, and Luuk is your professor and doctor

I want to apologize in advance for any mistakes; English isn't my native language, so I'm using a translator

[tolma21]

How he f*cks you

I want to apologize in advance for any mistakes; English isn't my native language, so I'm using a translator

Gif is slightly slower than the original. Worse quality too (Why are his eyes golden lol)

Luuk loves to make love for hours on end. He doesn’t want to rush; he just wants to savor every moment with you. To catch every moan, to caress your heated skin. He enters slowly. His rhythm is precise. He doesn’t lose his pace, even when you start writhing beneath him. His cock sinks in completely, pressing against the deepest spot, and then slowly withdraws from your tight walls, leaving a burning emptiness in its wake. You can tell how relaxed he is: his mouth is slightly open, his gaze is hazy, but you can sense his absolute control over you

His steady rhythm lulls you, sapping your strength. All you can do is enjoy it and watch his body at work. You watch the movements of his massive thighs. His taut muscles ripple beneath his pale skin with every smooth thrust. His strong arms hold your hips in the position he wants. They hold you in place because your legs begin to tremble helplessly from the rhythmic kisses of his tip against your G-spot. He teases you. He barely touches you, then immediately pulls away, making you gasp and roll your eyes back in this sophisticated tenderness

His thrusts have a surgeon’s precision. He knows exactly where it feels good for you. At what angle to enter so that you arch toward him. When to speed up, and when to freeze at the very peak. Luuk loves it when you become greedy and insatiable. Disjointed, shameless pleas slip from your lips. You spread your legs wider, wriggling restlessly beneath him, begging him to speed up. And here, the choice is always his. He’ll either teach you patience. He’ll stop completely, holding you suspended in the air and quietly laughing at your protesting moans. Or he’ll give in to passion. He’ll break into a hard rhythm and take you roughly, driving deep into your very core

But whatever he chooses, he’ll definitely praise you. Sometimes tenderly, whispering in your ear with his hot breath about what a compliant, wet, mind-blowingly good girl you are. His voice envelops you in those moments; every word sends shivers down your spine and a heat to the pit of your stomach. And sometimes passionately, suddenly lowering his voice to low, vibrating notes, growling his praise right into a kiss, swallowing your moans in response, pressing you into the bed with all his weight

It’s important to him that you come first. Not just a quick, perfunctory climax, but one that’s exquisite: with screams, tears, and tremors that linger for several more minutes. That’s exactly why he spends hours making love to you. He values slow, sensual foreplay – when he explores you with his tongue and fingers before giving you more. He needs the union of your bodies and souls. And he needs the love that burns in his eyes, even when the room is pitch black. That love is everywhere. It fills every second of this long night with meaning

[tolma21]

Random texts

with Luuk Herssen

I want to apologize in advance for any mistakes; English isn't my native language, so I'm using a translator

[tolma21]

Fragrantica trend

with Luuk Herssen

[karmamira]

Never wrote for wuwa before, but I really loved Yangyang during this quest<3

Warning(s): Established relationship, Reader gets called [Name] once, This is after the "Xuanling Sings, Storm Quelled" quest.

A/n: Can't believe they hid the fact that her ass is a mischievous lil shit in Suisui's line pls give Yangyang small moments of mischief on screen Kuro stop being cowards.

You catch a glimpse of her dancing elegantly just outside the city walls. Sword in hand as she thrusts her arm into the air, cutting blades of wind that scatter like a soft breeze in the afternoon sun.

Her hair dances alongside her, carefully controlled gusts of wind keeping the long, silky threads out of the way of her deadly weapon. It takes you a moment to notice the feathered spines that bleed flawlessly into the rest of her head. Deferent in color, but close in form.

It gives you a bit of hope.

Her only audience is a flock of birds with similarly colored feathers, dark blue balanced by a radiant yellow that blends in the middle into a beautiful twilight purple.

Her forte is familiare, but...

The blade she carries is a bright blue feathered thing that glitters in the moonlight. A stark contrast to her dark attire. It carries a deferent frequency, the same one she now holds.

This makes you pause for a second, eyes glancing in contemplation at the supplies you were tasked to take into the main city, to the curve where you know the entrance is, then to the dancing lady who is too familiar to be anyone else, yet too deferent to be her.

You take your chances.

"Yangyang...?"

At your quiet call to her, Yangyang gasps loudly, stumbling on her steps and almost dropping her blade as the birds fly around in chaos. Thankfully, she does not injure herself, carefully sheathing her weapon before acknowledging your existence.

"...[Name]?"

Dropping the supplies in one decisive moment, you run to her. Not thinking twice before jumping into her arms. "Yangyang!"

"W-wait!" Despite her panicked response, she still catches you anyways, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as she stabilizes your weight. "What are you doing here? I thought you went back with Chixia..."

"Jinzhou has sent backup to help with the aftermath of the chaos." You happily lean your weight on her, holding back a giggle as her feathered hair tickled your nose. "I volunteered to help with the supply runs to Xuanfang Hold because I heard you were planning to stay there—"

You feel your legs leaving the ground, and before you could know it, you were completely in the air and getting swinged around in a circular motion by no other than the woman in your hold.

"YANGYANG DROP ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" She laughs at your distress, a payback —you assume— for giving her a scare when you jumped her without a warning, and it's not until your perception of space is messed and the world is spinning around you that she puts you down, letting you lean on her as her joyous laughs turn into guilty giggles.

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't resist doing that." Yangyang apologizes, helping you fix your unkept form that her small act of mischief has caused. "Do you want to sit? I can help you run to the hold after..."

Waving your hand at her offer, you stop her mid talk. "I will sit down." You then point at where she was before your interruption. "You will go back to that lovely field and show me that very pretty dance you were doing just now."

She brushes a stray hair —or is it a feather?— behind her ear, looking the slightest bit bashful for the first time since your little reunion. "Well... If you insist..."

[fakesimp]

Inhale—

JIIINGGGRAAAAAAANNNNN—!!!

Absolutely beautiful idle animation, menu leaks I've seen.

He would totally have his hair turn white when he's embarrassed, God what even is that hair change. I love it.

[kurogane2512]

Here's my Cantarella fic request, Kuro. Hope you don't mind. It's Cantarella x Male Reader as her personal butler.

Cantarella wants to "punish the reader" for being late with her desserts. So she binds him to her bed in her personal chambers with ropes tying his wrist and feet to the bed posts.

The reader is fully naked and Cantarella takes full advantage by starting off with stroking his "blade" while kissing his tip. She then sucks and hums on his balls, making the reader beg her for mercy.

Ultimately, after much "torture", Cantarella lets him ejaculate as she tastes his cum, which tastes like a sweet fruit.

"And that is the dessert I wanted most" Cantarella says before beginning to drain the reader's balls dry.

Thank you for waiting and for sending me the reminder message as well!

18+ CONTENT

Game: Wuthering Waves

Characters: Cantarella x butler!male!reader

Type: Smut

This shouldn't have happened, or at least it's not a situation you expected to find yourself into just months after becoming the head butler of the Fisalia family.

"I believe the silk ribbons from the vanity will suffice~" Cantarella murmured, glancing toward the mahogany dresser.

You were spread on her bed, completely naked and your arms already tied to the bedposts and she soon tied your legs as well, holding you captive.

"M-Milady, I apologize for the mi—"

"Shh~" Cantarella climbed atop you, straddling your waist and leaning down to cup your face, "I know you are sorry, but you will still take your punishment like a good boy. Is that clear?~"

The silk was cool against your skin, but the heat radiating from Cantarella was far more oppressive. She lingered there for a moment, her eyes tracing the line of your throat, her breath ghosting over your lips. Then, with a playful hum, she shifted her weight, sliding down your body with a slow, deliberate friction that made your breath hitch. She didn't rush, she savored the anticipation, her fingertips dancing light as air over your thighs before she finally lowered her head.

The first contact was a mere ghost of a sensation— a wet, flickering flick of her engraved tongue that traced the very tip of your length. You gasped, straining against the ribbons, the sudden contrast of the her warm, moist touch sending a jolt through your spine. She chuckled, a low vibration you felt more than heard, before she circled the head of your cock with a slow, swirling lick, tasting you with a focused intensity that felt like she was studying a rare piece of art.

Then, she closed her lips around you. The sensation was an immediate, overwhelming vacuum of warmth. She didn't just take you in, she used her tongue to swirl around the ridge, sucking with a rhythmic, rhythmic pressure that pulled the breath right out of your lungs. Every time you tried to apologize or plead, she simply tightened her grip, her cheeks hollowing as she drew you deeper, treating your arousal like a delicacy she intended to savor until the very last drop.

As the minutes blurred into a hazy, golden fog of pleasure, you found yourself forgetting the dessert, the delay, and the absurdity of your position. The room seemed to shrink until the only things that existed were the tight pull of the silk at your wrists and the wet, insistent heat of Cantarella’s mouth. She paused occasionally, pulling back just enough to look up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a silver thread of saliva connecting her lip to your skin, before diving back in to resume her "punishment."

Just as you thought you had reached a plateau of unbearable pleasure, she shifted her focus. She didn't slide back up your shaft and instead drifted lower, her warmth migrating toward the sensitive weight of your sac. The first contact was a sudden, concentrated suction that pulled you sharply off the mattress. She didn't just lick, she enveloped the soft skin of your balls in her mouth, creating a tight, pressurized vacuum that felt entirely different from the friction above.

"M-Milady… oh God… please—"

She didn't stop and began to hum. It was a deep, resonant vibration that rattled through the base of your pelvis, sending seismic waves of sensitivity through your nerves. The humming turned the suction into a rhythmic, pulsing thrum that echoed in your very marrow. You arched your back, your wrists straining against the silk ribbons as the vibration amplified every sensation, turning the gentle pull into an electric current. You found yourself begging, not for release, but for some kind of mercy, your voice cracking as you pleaded with her to either stop or return to the heat of her throat.

Cantarella paused for a fraction of a second, her eyes glancing up at you with a look of pure, predatory satisfaction. She could hear the desperation in your voice, the way your breath came in shallow, jagged hitches. Seeing you so completely undone by such a targeted sensation only encouraged her. She let out a soft, muffled giggle against your skin before diving back in, alternating between slow, swirling licks and those devastating, humming suctions that left you trembling and blind to everything but the sensation.

"You're far too tense, my dear butler~" Cantarella whispered, her voice a velvety contrast to the frantic drumming of your heart.

She pulled away and simply wrapped her hand around your shaft, pumping with steady motions that made you groan and buck into her hand.

"You're shaking." she observed, her voice drifting upward as she leaned back though her grip remained firm and unrelenting. She didn't stop the rhythmic motion of her hand, but she slowed the pace, teasing the very edge of your endurance. "A head butler should always maintain his composure, even when he's been rendered utterly helpless."

"T-The composure is gone, Milady...." you managed to choke out, your head falling back against the pillow as you surrendered to the rhythmic friction. The silk ribbons had bitten slightly into your skin, a constant, grounding reminder that you were entirely at her mercy. Your muscles were coiled like springs, every nerve ending screaming for a resolution that she was meticulously delaying.

"Then let us see how much more of it we can strip away~" Cantarella murmured, her eyes darkening with a playful hunger.

She drew out the struggle, constantly edging you and refusing your release that you begged for. Her engraved tongue lapped up your length in lazy strokes, her hand pumping the rest to make you more restless.

"I-I can't hold on… milady… please…. forgive me…."

She chuckled, her silvery tone sending shivers down your spine.

"You really think I'm angry over something so trivial?~" she smirked before swallowing you to the base.

The world narrowed down to the wet, sliding pressure of her throat and the frantic thrum of your own pulse. She claimed you with fervor, her throat muscles contracting in a rhythmic, undulating sequence that felt like it was drawing the very soul out of your body. You were no longer the head butler of the Fisalia family, but merely a collection of raw nerves and desperate gasps, pinned to a mattress by ribbons and the sheer force of her focus. Every time you thought you had hit the peak, she would shift the angle of her head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge with a precision that made your vision blur.

"Cum for me, let me taste it~"

The command was the final trigger. With a sharp, strangled cry, you bucked violently against the mattress, your hips thrusting upward in a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between pleasure and oblivion. The release didn't come as a single wave, but as a series of rhythmic, agonizingly intense pulses that shook your entire frame. Cantarella didn’t pull away, she tightened her grip and deepened the suction, swallowing every drop with a focused, greedy intensity. The sensation of her throat contracting around you in sync with your own spasms felt like being consumed by a warm, velvet storm, leaving you breathless and shivering.

"Mmm…." she moaned as she drank before pulling off with a soft pop, licking her lips in ecstasy, "How sweet…. that's the dessert I wanted most~"

The silence that followed was heavy, filled only by the sound of your own ragged breathing. You lay there, limbs heavy and skin humming, staring up at the canopy of the bed as the adrenaline slowly ebbed away, leaving you in a state of blissful, exhausted paralysis. For a few long seconds, Cantarella didn't move. She remained draped across your lap, her forehead resting against your thigh, her chest rising and falling in a slow, synchronized dance with your own recovering lungs. But soon after, she crawled up your body and straddled you, resting her palms on your chest.

"I knew you would be delicious. You won't complain if your mistress wants more, will you?~"

[tolma21]

Luuk Herssen Headcanon

I want to apologize in advance for any mistakes; English isn't my native language, so I'm using a translator

I have a headcanon that Luuk has a happy trail on his toned stomach, and it turns me on. It stops just near his groin, and below that, he's completely shaved. His hair is well-groomed and soft. Just as blond as the hair on his head

When Luuk walks around the house shirtless, the little hairs catch the light and glisten. You'll definitely come up to him to wrap your arms around him and stroke his belly

And you also love running your fingers along that trail when Luuk is lying next to you. You trace from his chest down to the bottom of his stomach, feeling the hairs tangle between your fingers. He closes his eyes and purrs contentedly

Before going down on Luuk, you always cover his stomach in kisses, rubbing your cheek against the hairs, breathing in the fresh scent of him after a shower

And when Luuk is fucking you, you're hypnotised by the clear movements of his hips, his tense abs, and the hairs that tickle your inner thigh